Among Ruins What is there to make of the house and porch Crumbling into ruins, of bindweed grown Up through slats of rotted timber, chipped and Dismantled by the long harvest of families Who could never stay here? The…
When October Comes I know all the roads that lead into town, Even after these years away. The way I find them here In the shadows of my old hopes still, In the unexpected gifts of earlier days, In the…
The Wilder West: The Art and Wit of Dave Wilder Occupy Christmas Occupy Christmas ‘Twas some months before Christmas when all through the Land People took to the streets with signs in their hands. They…
The Zephyr Gets Married! Though many people thought that pigs would fly before my husband married, Jim and I tied the knot on October 1st, surrounded by our nearest and dearest friends and family. It was a warm and breezy…